My head hurts.
My neck hurts.
My throat itches.
My back is killing me.
I hate the way my hair smells like smoke.
I hate that my skin's all blotchy and painful.
I hate how painfully dry my lips feel.
I feel like crying.
I wish last night hadn't happened.
I wish I didn't drink that whiskey.
I wish I'd at least realized how much I'd drunk.
I wish I didn't need to prove to myself that I still have some wild left in me.
I don't. Even one night, even with just a couple of girlfriends, is too much for me. I can't get into it. I can knock back the drinks as well as the next girl (probably better), and I can smoke a pack in a go, even attempt some hip wiggles, but I can't get into it.
I'd just much rather drink one scotch, not half a dozen Jack and cokes.I'd much rather spend my time reading The Grapes of Wrath, and not fashiontoast. I'd much rather just hang with my boyfriend than talk about sex with my girlfriends.
I may be growing the fuck up.
Remember when you were young; you shone like the sun.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Now there's a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky.
"Our Generation has had no Great war, no Great Depression. Our war is spiritual. Our depression is our lives."
6 sympathized:
YAY, YOU'RE BACK! :D
hey, how come I am unable to find your earlier posts? Have the links been "killed"?
welcome back girl...
n growing up ain't bad... take evolution in your stride...
after all whatever got us these thumbs cant be that bad?
I thought I had lost this blog. Just when after months of procrastinating, I finally started going through the archives, you disappeared. Glad doesn't describe my gladness. You rock, enjoy!!
@ Andy and AS - Thank you. I'm sorry for having died in the middle.
@TN - Sort of. They just disappeared one day.
@TS - Thank you so much. It feels so good to be appreciated :-P
im so RELIEVED that your back! i missed you so much that i actually started reading arushi's blog on the lookout for news about you which btw really sucked! just promise to post everyday and more!
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